Sheng Lingyuan's body is a personal miracle-he is a demon with a quarter of Suzaku blood, and Suzaku blood was originally the biggest nesis of monsters.
He is like a Nanming Valley who can laugh and laugh, a resident bird in the sea of ????fire.
He was a snowman on fire, boiling ice.
Refining such a demon can be said to be the ultimate wisdom of the ancestors. As a result, he violently destroyed the heavenly things, and he didn't know how to cherish it. He took the seamless "sky / clothes" alive, so that even though it is the original body, he always has a similar "exclusion" reaction.
The principle of the "mountain alliance and oath" imposed by Xuan Ye on him is to copy the wound on Sheng Lingyuan to himself through so kind of connection, and copy and paste it with a dium. The "dia" between them is two. Individuals belong to the family of Suzaku.
The sa forbidden technique can be used between two humans, but one cat and one dog will fail. If it is two species that are born in harmony, it will not only fail but also be fatal.
When Sheng Lingyuan had Suzaku blood, he and Xuan Yuan barely belonged to the first case. Stripping off Suzaku blood, the two "natural enemies" skipped the second category and went straight to the third category.
The nurous "silk threads" in the Shanng Oath of Prosecution were all drawn from Xuan Yuan's heart. He could feel that the thin threads entangled in the corpse of Sheng Lingyuan were being uprooted, together with the following "foundation"- Not to scare him.
Sheng Lingyuan never bluffs to frighten people.
Xuan Yuan's color changed, and his voice shifted: "Stop!"
He stretched out his hand and scratched it. In his ten fingers, the invisible silk thread was exposed and his finger was congested. He vainly wanted to tie Sheng Lingyuan with this thing, but the "silk thread" was originally sewn on the blood of Suzaku, following that blood vein. Repelled by the host, Xuan Yuan was even tighter, just holding a driftwood in the turbulent current, to no avail.
He didn't know how painful it was, only saw Sheng Lingyuan's knees were soft, and he knelt down on the ground with his knees on the wall, but his expression was not painful-when he jumped the Abyss, tore the gloomy sacrifice and thundered, his expression was not painful.
The lunatic returned the words that Xuan Xuan had just returned to him: "You ... if you have the ability, go to ... on my demon ... sewn again."
"Sheng Lingyuan, what kind of **** are you ?!" Xuan Yuan pinched his chest, "You ..."
The breath that Sheng Lingyuan sucked in could only reach his throat. He didn't go down. Without breath, it would be difficult to make a sound. So his voice was almost inaudible, but one word was one word at a ti.
He said, "Do you know
the first day?"
What was "You don't co to understand, I don't go anywhere". Xuan Ye used to think that everyone else was stupid, and he was disoriented by Sheng Lingyuan's mouth. Then he found himself laughing fifty steps and not knowing where to go.
Without Suzaku's blood, Sheng Lingyuan would beco the deaf and blind with no emotion. He also clearly praised the taste of the world a few days ago, and he was serious and grateful for the taste, which made the onlookers feel that he was satisfied and cherished the present.
The result is not to say just to give up, not even to look at it.
"Don't do this, you ... don't do this, stop!"
Sheng Lingyuan sneered.
Xuan Yuan hurriedly opened the tangled fla-colored thin threads, but there were too many "thread heads". He designed this forbidden technique by himself, but did not expect practical applications. At that ti, he was just fiercely fantasizing and wanted to hang on to each other like spiders. Unexpectedly, there is a day to untie.
So "there are constant cuts, rationality is still chaotic," the more urgent the more clueless.
Xuan Yuan finally collapsed: "I beg ... Lingyuan, don't do this ... Please ..."
Sheng Lingyuan felt that sothing warm had fallen into the neckline. He stunned, raised his hand, and felt a little wet.
His cold and shy smile was dashed away, hesitantly raised Xuan Yuan's face, as if burned a bit, and retracted his hands.
Xuan Yuan ... crying.
It wasn't redness in the eyes, but tears that could be returned by staring. Not as deaf as he was when he was a kid.
The tears were suppressed and silent, and her shoulders were stretched like iron castings, but her hands were shaking constantly.
Sheng Lingyuan stayed.
From the mont he knew that Shanng's oath was unilateral, the fire in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, and the "humming" noises in his mind had not stopped, and there was no place to vent-he would neither swear, nor Will drop the pot and smash the bowl.
He has been on the verge of explosion. But at this mont, his anger was extinguished by the thrilling tears, and his reason returned slowly, and he was a little helpless.
An unfamiliar idea was "out of nothing
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